[ peter hits the bed with a gasp that sounds all too desperate, his hands quick to return to quentin's body, touching and stroking as much of him as he can for the sole purpose of slaking his own need. he indulges in the press of his lips, and when quentin gives a voice to that request, a soft, breathy moan crawls from the back of his throat.
his body reacts before he does, legs pulling apart, torso pressing up, ] Fuck yes— [ he says on a breath, turning his head to press a light kiss to quentin's temple.
as if he's in any mind to decline such an enticing offer. ]
More than okay, [ purring, one hand trailing up along quentin's back, the nape of his neck, then threading through damp hair. ] I want you inside me.
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his body reacts before he does, legs pulling apart, torso pressing up, ] Fuck yes— [ he says on a breath, turning his head to press a light kiss to quentin's temple.
as if he's in any mind to decline such an enticing offer. ]
More than okay, [ purring, one hand trailing up along quentin's back, the nape of his neck, then threading through damp hair. ] I want you inside me.